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big k.r.i.t. - gossipzilla lyrics

godzilla!
we on fire fire fire fire
yea! we on fire fire fire fire
yea! we on fire fire fire fire
yea! we on fire fire fire fire
yea! we on fire fire fire fire
n-ggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
n-ggas wanna tell it, hoes hoes wanna gossip
n-ggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
we on
no introductions needed, boy just call me the undefeated
and underneath this georgia dry i know i can’t be seen (winner)
fire vocals because my voice was a cl-ssic
like coca cola when they had cocaine in the package
i meant to say blowing the ingredients
but i went to the mall today and all the n-ggas had those mediums
little bit of it close
like dancing with the stars without the judges or the dance floor
oh and n-ggas don’t dance no mo
all they do is this
beefin’ up, call me venus fly chart waitin’ on fly emcees to eat em up
i’m fly, yes i can beat them weak as f-ck and ain’t no keeping up
i’m b-lls deep and then we big in the
fat sacks n-gga, cadillac k!ller
cataract prescription filled up
i got my medicinal card from los angeles, the city of lost angels
a connoisseur of cannabis
i’m from atlanta b-tch, we never shop with strangers
no matter, we strain the slanging, some of the game rules done changed
n-ggas is outchea talking like a c-ckatoo to a cop or two
now they watchin’ you and yo mama too, bird’s eye view
with a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
he pulls the spitting high tension wires down
godzilla!
i’m getting blowed on the regular
riding and talking dirty on my cellular
player i got some real good that will save you some
uh and if you my homeboy she gon give you some
and it’s all for the paper but she still gon come
you dip it then you cook yo jaw now you sprung
i have you trippin’ like it’s nothing thorough
played on my hoes, don’t talk to n0body, gon tell yo girl
(uh, now look)
okay but n-ggas wanna tell it, hoes wanna gossip
cus they p-ssy wasn’t hittin and they lip was super sloppy
sucka duck a motherf-cker, we done chop the brain about it
but my money corner pocket, plenty game ho
slap it like a biscuit, king of diamond, king of trickin’, what’s the difference
got it poppin’ like a sk!llet with some chicken grease in it
country born, country paid, from the village to the grave
worth the payment, body truckin’ cus the money i already made
man i hate that all the time i got haters in my bizz
talking bout the trill but don’t know what the f-ck it is
mothaf-ckas nowadays are seriously sorry
thinking that the key to life is putting yo business on mari
they say you’re rockin mari but them mothaf-ckas rockport
always talking bout you bustin n-gga but your glock short
i know the truth so ain’t no need in yo line
bullsh-t ain’t workin, ain’t no need to be tryin
i’m dyin to be that n-gga that’s spyin in the telescope
prowlin with triller n-ggas but iron to yo dearly folk
telling them talk tales, vibs and hung angers
save it for jeremy, kyle, steven, jerry springer
buzzin like a bee, tryna sting me wit yo stinger
b-tch you could get the middle, (what middle?), the finger
stick it in yo -ss and let it linger
no h0m-, we give the hynel like the rnb singer obomo

- big k r i t lyrics

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